The War of Resistance

A day later, the people of the security company were standing in a dark courtyard in Gaocheng, and right in front of them was a long row of tables.

There was something covered with red cloth on the table. It seemed to be a long wooden box. The soldiers didn't know what was inside, but the identities of the three people standing behind the table were unknown. That is known.

One is the brigade commander Liu Chengyi, the other is the chief of staff Li Xiang, and the third man is an old man. His mane and corners are already gray, but he is wearing a uniform of the Central Army. If he is not fifty, he must be forty. Nine.

Of course, in fact, the 51st Army is now called the Northeast Army, which is just a customary name. In terms of organization, they now belong to the Central Army, but that is only in name after all.

Brigadier Liu Chengyi's beard had not been shaved for several days, and the dark stubble gave him, a commander of medium height, an air of might.

Liu Chengyi's eyes swept over the dark soldiers below.

The guard company just returned from behind enemy lines one after another yesterday. Naturally, each of them cannot be said to have a neat military appearance, but can be described as ragged.

However, although the clothes were torn, they smelled like gunpowder smoke. It looked like they had been burned by the flames of war on the battlefield. In addition, the two kinds of restraints on the body made it look particularly iron-blooded.

The horizontal one is an armed belt, and the vertical one is naturally a gun or something else carried on the body. It can also make people see that this team has just experienced the war.

Just saying that didn't seem entirely right. Just when Liu Chengyi was examining the soldiers below, he heard a soldier cough.

It didn't matter that he coughed. Several other people couldn't hold it in and started coughing too.

Liu Chengyi looked at Shang Zhen.

He was somewhat dissatisfied with Shang Zhen.

Why is it that nothing will happen? A company doesn't care what casualties you have. Now that people from the war zone are coming, why don't you just let those coughing soldiers come and assemble?

But Shang Zhen didn't look at him. His gaze was far from vague, but he didn't know what he was thinking. He had no intention of stopping him at all. In other words, coughing was also a kind of illness, and it couldn't be stopped.

Those who should cough cough, those who should be silent remain silent, but the temperaments of the soldiers are different. Except for the few who cough, most of them hold their heads high and their chests high, but the remaining few are not said to be lazy, but also have a shrinking expression. Or seem cynical.

Liu Chengyi knew that those strange people should be the veterans who had been following Shang Zhen. When the coughing stopped, Liu Chengyi finally asked: "Is everyone here?"

"Report to the brigade commander, everyone is here." Shang Zhen, as the company commander, had light in his eyes this time. He looked at Liu Chengyi and answered loudly, and Liu Chengyi couldn't help but frown.

"Report to the brigade commander, this time after our company went out, thirty-two people were killed, sixteen were slightly injured, and two were missing." Shang Zhen could tell Liu Chengyi's thoughts at a glance and answered hurriedly.

The original guard company of the 337th Brigade had three platoons with more than a hundred people. After Shang Zhen and his group joined, it became four platoons. However, after Shang Zhen and the others took the initiative to attack and came back, there was no one platoon left. .

"Huh?" Upon hearing what Shang Zhen said, the three officers above all looked at him.

"Are there any seriously injured people?" The person asking the question this time was the old man wearing the uniform of the Central Army.

"Sir, there are no seriously injured people." Shang Zhen answered again, but this time his answer was not as loud as before.

The old man from the Central Army looked at Shang Zhen. There was nothing outstanding about Shang Zhen's current appearance except for the twenty-ring box cannon he was carrying.

So, the man turned his attention to Liu Chengyi, but Liu Chengyi did not look at him, but his frown deepened.

At this time, the old man from the Central Army figured out something, so he shut up.

Generally speaking, there is always a ratio between those killed and injured in battle. If one person is killed, three or four people will be injured.

However, Shang Zhen and the others lost thirty-two people this time, and only sixteen were slightly injured. So where did those seriously injured people go?

If it were an ordinary person, he would ask, but at this moment, the old man from the Central Army was warning himself in his heart: Don't ask!

Yes, do you still need to ask? Brigadier Liu Chengyi had told him before that in order to block the Japanese attack, he had sent his entire guard company to fight behind enemy lines.

When fighting behind enemy lines, you cannot rely on large troops. Once the soldiers are seriously injured, they cannot be brought back.

Then, there is only one answer. Among the thirty-two people who died, there must be seriously wounded ones, because they could not be brought back. They either died with the Japanese army at their own request, or they could only stay where they were. It fends for itself.

At this time, no matter which officer asked why there were no seriously injured people? That would appear to be such a lack of understanding of the battlefield.

But what happened to the two missing people?

Which battle has no missing persons? For example, if someone is killed in battle and no one knows about it, if he is injured and cannot return to the team, or if he simply becomes a deserter, do you, a young company commander, need to mention this specifically?

After a while, it was not the soldier's cough that broke the silence, but Chief of Staff Li Xiang.

"How many Japanese have you killed?" Li Xiang asked.

"This-" Shang Zhen hesitated.

The members of his company had withdrawn from behind enemy lines in the middle of the night yesterday, and they had reunited during the day. He only counted the number of casualties in his company, and he really didn't ask each person how many Japanese they had killed.

It's no wonder that Shang Zhen was responsible for this. He led his own men to fight the Japs behind enemy lines many times. When had he ever counted how many Japs his own men had killed?

That is, no matter how many Japanese were killed, if my group was fighting independently at that time, where would they go to ask for food and rewards?

"How did you become the company commander? One of your own platoons was killed in the battle, and you don't know how many little Japs were killed?" Li Xiang said with a straight face and started to train people.

When did Li Xiang ever train Shang Zhen? That's something that has no shadow at all!

Shang Zhen reacted quickly. He didn't even hesitate this time and replied hurriedly: "Chief of Staff, my subordinates will do the statistics now!"

"This is just nonsense statistics. You should start reporting yourself!" Liu Chengyi also said angrily.

When Liu Chengyi said this, Shang Zhen couldn't help but glance at the things on the long table.

They came back at midnight last night to count casualties and eat. They were busy working until midnight before going to bed. As a result, they were called over to gather in the middle of their sleep today.

They just listened to what Wang Qingfeng said about the war zone where they came to offer condolences. As for what the condolences were, he didn't ask at all, and Fatty Wang didn't even know. For this reason, Fatty Wang was given a few words by Old Hat Wang.

Mr. Wang also said that condolences have nothing to do with me? I want to sleep!

Wang Qingfeng said, "The first to get the moon is the one closest to the water. You are a guard company. Other companies can't get such benefits even if they want to!"

When he heard that it was good, Mr. Wang came over cursing.

But now Shang Zhen is thinking that the thing covered with red cloth on the long table is not sure what good thing it is. It seems that it is better to take the truth as the report.